Beyond Gold and Jade [Rebirth]

The carved wooden windows of huanghuali are slightly open, and the breeze blows by, and the fragrance of lotus blossoms enters the nostrils.

Sitting on the soft floor is a little doll carved in pink and jade, only about one or two years old, wearing a bright red bellyband woven with snow brocade silk and satin, with two white jade lotus root-like calves kicking lightly, the little feet didn't move for a moment. Shuffled the tassels in front of the bed all at once, revealing a little carelessness.

Nanny An held a spoon of fragrant nanmu, scooped up a spoonful of brown and black concoction, carefully handed it to his lips, and coaxed: "Peach blossom honey has been added, young master, taste the taste, if you don't like it, mommy will think about it again." way."

The milk doll lowered her head, and her small nose fluttered slightly, obviously smelling the smell of medicine, but the bitterness of the medicine cannot be suppressed by a spoonful of peach blossom honey, there is still what should be there, the child frowned, and turned his head willing to drink.

Mother An had a gentle temper, and persuaded: "As the saying goes, good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease. Although the medicine is bitter, it can cure the disease. Doesn't the little master want to take care of his body earlier and go out of the yard to play?"

The milk baby was silent for a moment, its bright red lips moved, and finally opened its mouth.

After feeding the medicine, Nanny An took out a thin silk from her sleeve, wiped the soup from the corners of the child's lips, and praised a few more words, but her eyes were full of pity.

This little master is the treasure in the palm of the Prime Minister, spoiled like a finely crafted porcelain doll, it hurts like gouging out the heart when it touches it, but because of congenital illness and weakness, she suffered a lot for no reason, sometimes she I couldn't help but think that maybe this child had too much luck and couldn't bear the disaster.

Madam An had just finished clearing the soup bowls when an eight or nine-year-old boy came out from the outside. He was wearing a moon-white gown. , only a century-old scholarly family can raise such a son.

The boy walked up to the little milk baby, stretched out his hand leisurely, and saw a red hawthorn candy lying in his palm, the golden candy shreds wrapped the bright-colored fruit, which was crystal clear and attractive in color.

The little baby stared eagerly, licked his moist lips, and finally called out in a childish voice: "Brother."

The boy immediately beamed with joy, and handed the hawthorn candy to the child's lips. The little doll swallowed it in one gulp. His white and tender cheeks fluttered slightly, and his bright eyes narrowed slightly, like a dozing kitten. Obviously, the candy saved him Taste buds poisoned by concoction.

Nanny An watched from the side, and couldn't help but smile knowingly, the eldest son came in at a good time.

The second young master is very sweet in front of his elders, even the unsmiling old man is often coaxed into laughter by him, not to mention the old man and his wife, who can't wait to put this little doll in his sleeves and take it with him wherever he goes. It's a disadvantage to look at it less.

The eldest son naturally likes this pistachio, but the second son is very indifferent to him, and the eldest son always has to coax him in different ways in order to get a "brother".

Ye Chonghui stroked his younger brother's soft curly hair, and said with a grown-up appearance, "Has Ah Jin grown taller again?"

The little milkman rolled his eyes at him. He should have looked contemptuously, but because of his chubby figure and chubby white and tender cheeks, he looked very cute, and even had the illusion of being coquettish. Ye Chonghui suddenly touched him more vigorously. up.

Nanny An smiled and said: "Eldest young master, don't be kidding, you are poking at the young young master's heart. When he got up this morning, the young master was still comparing himself to the bronze mirror, saying that he would never grow taller, and he looked so anxious." Very good."

After saying this, all the women and girls in the room suppressed their laughter, but Ye Chonghui laughed unceremoniously. Ye Chongjin had a stern face, wishing he could scratch him with his bright paws.

Although he looks only one or two years old, he actually passed his third birthday last month. Due to a congenital disease, he was a little smaller than an ordinary baby when he was born. In recent years, he has been fed with rare medicinal herbs and ginseng soup. , finally regained his vitality and grew a few taels of flesh, but he was still shorter than children of the same age.

He was really worried that he would not grow taller in the future, but these people took it for fun, it was extremely hateful.

Thinking of Song Li's fame throughout his life, if he stomped his feet, the whole capital would tremble three times. If he was unhappy, countless people would be unlucky with him. Never would he have thought that he would end up in the current field, and he really answered the sentence: Karma cycle , The retribution is not good!

Everyone knows that Prime Minister Ye, who is both talented and virtuous in the Daegu Dynasty, has only one son named Chonghui, but Song Li has been in the court for a long time and has heard some secrets unknown to outsiders. It turns out that Mrs. Ye was pregnant with a second child in her early years, but the child Fate is not good, he died before he was born, this matter is the pain of the Ye family, no one has mentioned it for many years, and the child who died young has gradually been forgotten.

When he heard people talking about this incident back then, he felt pitiful and sighed a few words. He never expected that one day he would use the body of this child to return to the world. In his previous life, that old guy Ye Yanbai wished he could eat his flesh alive. If he knew that Song Li had become his son, he would probably die of anger.

In order not to piss off the pillar of the country, he decided to be a well-behaved and sensible child. After all, Ye Xiang's age and seniority are here. It would not hurt to call him father, but Ye Chonghui is different. This kid is a few years younger than him. He was only eight years old, and now he is only an eight-year-old child. Facing this immature face, he really couldn't call out his brother.

The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became, he raised his hand and slapped away the hand touching his head, turned around and played with the Nine Links his mother gave him.

Ye Chonghui tilted his head, a smile flashed in his eyes, his younger brother looked cute when he was angry, he really wanted to hug him and kiss him.He thought so, so he did the same, his younger brother was on the left and right, who else could he kiss if he didn't let him.

"Chirp—"

His face softened slightly, and the Jiu Lianhuan in Ye Chongjin's hand fell on the couch, and there was a jingle. He raised his head in a daze, looked at the boy with a bright smile in front of him, and didn't recover for a long time.

Ye Chonghui, the Ye Chonghui who wrote hundreds of memorials to impeach him, without repeating any of them, actually kissed himself...